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this is what i wanna do man but i just can’t

sucks to see someone live your dream

imagine going to orchestra auditions

"so what instrument do you play"

"what intrument do you want me to play"

physics my love

jazz is so good. have you guysheard of this shit theres tumpet

just wrote a whole ass megumi fic and tumblr decided to screw up at that exact moment and not process my post which led to me copying and pasting it I HAD THOUGHT into my notes and deleting the draft since it didn’t post BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW it disappeared and wouldn’t paste and now i HAVE NO MEGUMI FIC THATS LOST ME HOURS OF SLEEP and NO WAY OF GETTING IT BACK

Dragon fruit Plushie

making my humidifier and dehumidifier participate in a cruel and pointless war

You n bakugo finally started dating bc during an argument, you hit him with the “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” and he turned around fuming, immediately crashing his lips into yours with a firm grasp on your cheeks

want this to be me

[03:47]

it was the sound of crashing pots and pans that woke oikawa up in the dead of night.

the boy instinctively reached out to the side of the bed, searching for any signs of you but you were gone. oikawa sighed as he turned onto his side, catching sight of the time before he mentally facepalmed. it was almost four in the morning, the boy thought, why in the world were you awake?

and so, in searching of answers to his questions, the boy pulled himself out of bed, padding out of the bed room and into the kitchen, the newfound bright light making him squint as he caught sight of you standing over the oven, eyes glued to the small timer displayed on the front of it.

“good morning,” he mumbled rubbing his eyes.

the sound of oikawa’s voice made you jump as you turned around to see a very sleepy version of your boyfriend, his slightly dazed eyes a significant contrast to your rather panicked alarmed ones. “shit,” you cursed out, walking towards the boy. “go back to bed, sorry for waking you,” you added as you began to push him back to the bedroom.

but oikawa gently removed your hands from him as he stood firm. “no, no it’s fine,” he mumbled. “why are you awake?”

“shit,” you sighed.

the boy laughed. “why is you being awake a bad thing?”

“kind of?” you answered. “i mean i did end up waking you, sorry about that.”

“no it’s ok baby,” oikawa reassured, voice as soft as the small smile on his lips. “now why are you awake?”

“this is gonna sound stupid,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“i’m all ears,” oikawa answered, now much more conscious than when you first saw him.

“ok fine,” you mumbled. “i had a dream about how i owned a bakery and how i baked a bunch of different sweets right?”

“yeah go on,” oikawa nodded intrigued a small smile curling on his lips.

“well, i remember baking a shit ton of chocolate chip cookies right? and before i could hand them out or sell them or something, i don’t know, i woke up, but here’s the thing,” you answered as oikawa followed along with your rather comical yet interesting story. “i ended up remembering the recipe to bake them.”

“so you remembered the recipe from your dream?”

“i mean i guess so.”

“how does that even work?” oikawa blinked before laughing.

“if i knew i would tell you,” you shrugged. “but anyway i woke up with a craving and a recipe and now i’m cooking before i can forget.”

“well that explains why you’re baking at three am,” oikawa mumbled with a sigh. “even if it’s for a rather weird reason.”

“hey! i was interested why my dream left me with a full recipe for cookies!” you exclaimed. “i just had to try it.”

“you really intrigue me sometimes love.”

“well that makes two of us,” you laughed as the oven went off, almost on cue. your eyes lit up at the sound before running back to the kitchen to go get them as oikawa watched on, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you with adoring eyes.

you pulled the cookies out of the oven with a bright smile on your face, considering it was almost four in the morning. “wanna try them?”

“your mysterious dream recipe cookies?” oikawa teased. “of course.”

he walked up to you in the kitchen as you took the cookies off of the pan and onto a plate. the boy examined the cookies, nodding almost in approval at how they looked. you looked over at him. “what expected them to look like shit?”

“no,” he answered. “i just didn’t think you’d properly bake them at three in the morning.” he answered with a smirk, to which you hit him in the arm.

you rolled your eyes as you grabbed two fresh cookies off the plate. the two of you held up your cookies, looking to each other with admirable smiles. “to weird dreams.” you smiled.

“to mysterious recipes.”

“and to the loving boyfriend who would support me if i became a baker.” you giggled before the two of you took a bite, the cookies ending up much better than you had expected. “how is it?”

“write down the recipe,” oikawa answered before taking another bite. “i don’t want you forgetting this one.”

you laughed before grabbing a sheet of paper.

“way ahead of you.”

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